Ressurection of a Supreme Being

On top of the Holy Mountain, Momonga stood with fear in his movements. Even though he thought intensively about it, he was not even sure it would work. It was actually his loneliness that made him continue to uphold his belief it would work. If it didn't, although Paradise helped keep his humanity alive, he would descend into madness.


Summoning his courage, Momonga raises his ring aloft, causing it to pulsate with a flickering light.
"Wish Upon A Shooting Star, I order you! Bring Bellriver to this realm of existence!" With those words, the ring hummed to life, unleashing massive magical circles that enveloped Momonga, shattering the empty void before him.


Peering into the void, there was nothing to see but an endless expanse of blackness and faint orbs drifting by. Momonga, having harnessed the ring's power, strained to locate Earth amidst the apparent abyss.


Frowning at the ring on his finger, Momonga began to worry as he sensed its power rapidly waning without fulfilling his wish. With a furrowed brow, he debated whether to use it again, mindful of the Shooting Star ring's three-use limit. Having expended one use, he knew he had only two chances left.


As he considered the possibility of using the ring again, Momonga felt a surge of power connecting him to a familiar plane of existence: Earth, his Earth. Despite being able to see his home world, however, he was unable to physically go there with .


It was similar to gates above the Human World, which led to different worlds. Even using Dijon's method to access those worlds was impossible.


Just as the void began to flicker and vanish, a leg emerged, abruptly halting its closure. The leg belonged to someone who had somehow forced his way through the void.


Facing Momonga was a middle-aged man with humble bearing, his long hair tied in a knot with a striking mix of black and faint white. As they stood atop the Holy Mountain, vibrant trees and lush plants sprang up around them, while flocks of birds fluttered about the peak. The weather itself seemed to brighten and warm, creating an otherworldly and wondrous vista before them.


Despite his excitement at having his wish granted, Momonga remained uncertain. The Bellriver that appeared before him was unfamiliar, raising doubts about whether this was truly the Bellriver he knew.

Compounded with the unsettling realization that he had never met his guildmates in real life, he struggled to determine if this figure before him was the genuine article, for Bellriver was not in his in-game avatar.


Although the Shooting Star ring is able to grant around 200 wishes in game - in IRL that number no longer exists - it was on par with any Super Tier spell, almost in the same category as World-Items because of the potentialities.


Taking the surroundings in, Bellriver noticed Momonga and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Momonga?" Bellriver was confused. Why does Momonga look so realistic? No, looking down at his hands, Bellriver wondered why he appeared in his old body? Is this not Yggdrasil? Should he not be in his avatar - a Big Eater? There are so many questions and the one who seems to have the answers was before him.


"Is that you Bellriver-san?" Momonga approached cautiously, because he was worried this might be an eldritch deity. In Yggdrasil, although they were rare, eldritch deities were summoners' nightmares.

They would place punishment on a caster and in some special case, request a sacrifice. He did not sense the eldritch presence of an Old One, so he assumed his guess might be wrong. Bellriver nodded, "It is Momonga-san. I am kind of confused about my situation, how come I am here? Also explain why this hole in reality is behind me."

Turning around looking at the slowly shrinking rift, Bellriver continued, "I can still remember the sensation of my death. It's like a some old memory but my body still remembers it vividly." Bellriver looked at his hands with a deep sense of confusion. The mega corporations would never let him go, of that he is certain.


Gripping the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown with anger, Momonga words drip with venom, "Bellriver-san, I am sorry about the past and I promise you, when I find a way to, I will let them know, the price of crossing Ainz Ooal Gown!"


Bellriver only looked surprised before giving a small chuckle, Bellriver turned and looked at his good friend and guildmaster, "Thank you, Momonga - san but if I had the chance, I would not change anything. I was trying to bring justice to a world without, even though I didn't get very far..."


Momonga nodded but he still vowed in his mind to get revenge when he gets the chance.


"Bellriver-san, we have a lot to discuss." Momonga waved his hand, conjuring a large marble table.